Letra de Street Cinema de Sporty Thievz
Letras de Sporty Thievz
Letra de Street Cinema
(King Kirk)
Cousin cousin cousin
Im pissy drunkin
How bout I smack you snuff him and buss him
What then? Nothing, you gon' be shocked like STOP
Your man laying there dropped other laying there shot
Think not, what come the war burdens for certain
You be laying with no shirt in the dirt with blood squirting
Knocked out and stomped out with soles and timbs
Piss in your face, wake you up, and do the whole shit again
Smack your men for jumping in, and get our rob on
Rock on pop gone long gone with your watch on
When cops swarm exit on some Next shit
You with the paramedics, we on poles doing calisthetics
So yo get the f*ck away from my car move back
Aiyyo dudes pop the hatch
And get those two bats for these cats that get that
Plus I'm to' from the flo' up, know what?
Dudes get off me chill let me go f*ck that hold up
(Conversation)
(Chorus) x2
Street Cinema Street Cinematics Streets in it
Street Scenery Ballers in the street running
(Marlon Brando)
Street Cinema
Street Cinematics
Streets in it
Street Scenery
Ballers in the street winning
Getting rich off the street
Feins in the street spinning
Many moves spent bent choc-o-la sent
Moving more dimes a minute then sprint
If I recall f*ck em all the best way to ball
Never stall with a hundred grand to break ya fall
Leather glove face smacking
Go gat waste packing
Car burglars car jacking
Me I'm safe cracking
And I'm still in it for life man
But lifes a gamble right?
So everyday a niggas just rolling a dice man
Credit go where credit due
Yo niggas is nice man
Know the game and they caught up in your "wheres my slice man?"
Shouldnt have to say it twice man
Sign of the rhymes
Money and marijuana if you aint catch it the first time
Me and mine live and shine every segment on the regbent
Coming hard until the jeans look pregnant
(Conversation)
(Chorus)
(Big Dubez)
Marlon Brando weap concealed with three best the bill
Aiyo Kirk tell them chill each one wanna clench the bill
For real
Dont safe cracking resort to face tracking
Prints computer hacking niggas skeet through the tracking
Rock a block packing
Nigga stash yo ash
Either act like you know
Or you best go ask
See my Lex go past give niggas the whiplash
Class smoking grass until the whip crashed
At last who prays to god for talents to rhyme Lord?
Time is toured not poured like on the Concorde
Sit back and laugh
We made it baby shake gravy
Catch me on 180 with the yankee Flip Avery
You sick baby
Cause niggas look different now
With tighter rhymes written hell niggas is living now
And we spitting like WOW them kids is hot I need a dub
NIGGA we see the love rock a block beat a blood
We be in a club
With girls V.I.P. smoking
Scoping now she open posing holding trojans
This the life we got
Girls kissing the dice
Two keys for one rice
Probably fixing it twice
Kicking down bikes
They fall like dominos
Fifty in a row
Rock a block with that kinda dough
What?
(Chorus) x4
Yeah uhh uhh
Y-O in the mother
Sporty Thievz in the mother
Rock a block
Shot callers
9-7 and beyond
And you know what man?
That shit is trash
(Gunshots then car screeches off)
Cousin cousin cousin
Im pissy drunkin
How bout I smack you snuff him and buss him
What then? Nothing, you gon' be shocked like STOP
Your man laying there dropped other laying there shot
Think not, what come the war burdens for certain
You be laying with no shirt in the dirt with blood squirting
Knocked out and stomped out with soles and timbs
Piss in your face, wake you up, and do the whole shit again
Smack your men for jumping in, and get our rob on
Rock on pop gone long gone with your watch on
When cops swarm exit on some Next shit
You with the paramedics, we on poles doing calisthetics
So yo get the f*ck away from my car move back
Aiyyo dudes pop the hatch
And get those two bats for these cats that get that
Plus I'm to' from the flo' up, know what?
Dudes get off me chill let me go f*ck that hold up
(Conversation)
(Chorus) x2
Street Cinema Street Cinematics Streets in it
Street Scenery Ballers in the street running
(Marlon Brando)
Street Cinema
Street Cinematics
Streets in it
Street Scenery
Ballers in the street winning
Getting rich off the street
Feins in the street spinning
Many moves spent bent choc-o-la sent
Moving more dimes a minute then sprint
If I recall f*ck em all the best way to ball
Never stall with a hundred grand to break ya fall
Leather glove face smacking
Go gat waste packing
Car burglars car jacking
Me I'm safe cracking
And I'm still in it for life man
But lifes a gamble right?
So everyday a niggas just rolling a dice man
Credit go where credit due
Yo niggas is nice man
Know the game and they caught up in your "wheres my slice man?"
Shouldnt have to say it twice man
Sign of the rhymes
Money and marijuana if you aint catch it the first time
Me and mine live and shine every segment on the regbent
Coming hard until the jeans look pregnant
(Conversation)
(Chorus)
(Big Dubez)
Marlon Brando weap concealed with three best the bill
Aiyo Kirk tell them chill each one wanna clench the bill
For real
Dont safe cracking resort to face tracking
Prints computer hacking niggas skeet through the tracking
Rock a block packing
Nigga stash yo ash
Either act like you know
Or you best go ask
See my Lex go past give niggas the whiplash
Class smoking grass until the whip crashed
At last who prays to god for talents to rhyme Lord?
Time is toured not poured like on the Concorde
Sit back and laugh
We made it baby shake gravy
Catch me on 180 with the yankee Flip Avery
You sick baby
Cause niggas look different now
With tighter rhymes written hell niggas is living now
And we spitting like WOW them kids is hot I need a dub
NIGGA we see the love rock a block beat a blood
We be in a club
With girls V.I.P. smoking
Scoping now she open posing holding trojans
This the life we got
Girls kissing the dice
Two keys for one rice
Probably fixing it twice
Kicking down bikes
They fall like dominos
Fifty in a row
Rock a block with that kinda dough
What?
(Chorus) x4
Yeah uhh uhh
Y-O in the mother
Sporty Thievz in the mother
Rock a block
Shot callers
9-7 and beyond
And you know what man?
That shit is trash
(Gunshots then car screeches off)
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